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Two middle-aged spinsters are visiting Rumpelstiltskin/Gold just before attending some event, but he's busy with a delivery of some sort. The room where they wait for him holds a collection of various objects behind glass, and as they look around, one of them says, "Richer than the (some family name beginning with A) brothers!" The objects behind the glass are personal mementos from over the centuries, arranged and displayed in such a way as to look like a collection of history - playbills and tickets, a photo from a political protest that changed history, old forms of currency, all neatly labeled with places and dates and short descriptions. But I'm looking at the objects as a disembodied observer with Rumpelstiltskin's mindset, with fond memories of the actress depicted on that playbill, and a woman at that protest, and the profit I made when that country changed currencies. (Although I'm thinking of it as a collection of memories that stretches back centuries, the oldest items I actually see are only from the 1800s.) I think to myself, 'and I could sell it, if I chose.' As if convincing myself that I could part with it all, if I had to.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Fragments - someone involved in some industry that's often glamorized in movies, intelligence or organized crime, mentally contrasting his actual day to day life with the ridiculous movies. A rich and powerful woman who's sleeping with the hired killer who works for her. Overdue library books, a trilogy by an author who's written 156 books, these ones with covers showing caves with stalactites that remind me of fangs. Rumpelstiltskin again, spending a summer at a country estate belonging to a brother and sister he knows, looking out the window and feeling someone's suffering, the potential for a deal; following it, and finding someone in the garden, reading a journal that had belonged to Belle.

I remember I was kicking the footy around (Australian Rules Football) with the geelong boys. it was kinda a game kinda not, I remember running up the wing and fumbling the ball a lot but side stepping everyone (im confident in the sidestep) and snapping a goal wile Paul Chapman called for the ball, then a friend of mine (not from waking life) was very angery about someone insulting his religion (muslim) I explained to him that he didn't insult his religion and that in fact he miss heard him and he was talking about something els. he eventually calmed down. we walked out of the locker rooms to join the footy boys but a WAFL team had come to train and we had to leave, I recognized the coach from when I used to play from them.

I got in the back seat of the car with the muslim dude and throw my boot into another car and keep my other boot with me. we where driving home, and heres where it gets interesting, I thought "I cant wait to sleep tonight to try to lucid dream tonight!, oh right reality check!" (I was already very suspicious that I was dreaming because when I think reality check I kinda realize im dreaming but its just hard to accept)

I looked at my left hand, normal but I poked my right index finger into it and Valla straight through, I got very exited and started cheering and then I stabilised I looked out the window of the car, we where driving along a road through woods with skinny straight trees, I wanted to leave the car so I though "bust through the roof!" but im new to lucid dreaming and knew I wasn't advanced enough to do that, instead I asked them to slow down (they did but only a little because we where still flying)

I opened the car door steeped to the edge and kinda willed the car away with my eyes closed, I opened my eyes and there I was standing on the road!! yay the car was long gone, I looked to my left, more forest, to my right was like another world, a cartoon one kinda, "cool" I though as I wondered into this world, I keept changing worlds and a saw an art picture of like a giant statue thing crying that I swear and had seen in waking life, then I woke up.

this was only 4 hours into sleep so it wasn't very big or very vivid but hey that was enough to keep me happy

dream signs;
-Geelong boys
-Paul Chapman
-footy
-muslim dude
-Swans WAFL club
-nice green footy oval
- argument
-cars
-forest
-perth city (or felt like it)
-Giant crying

I was on the way to the car and saw 3 little kids just playing around. They looked like they wanna steal from me but it wasn't going to happen. As soon as I opened the car door and was about to get in, Those 3 kids got the jump on me and tried to steal my wallet from me. Luckily for me, they couldn't find it and had enough time to shake them of and overpower them. I told them to stay away, or they'll get more. so I drove back to my house and some how, when I got home, they were already waiting at my house and tried to steal my wallet again.
I somehow got 2 of the kids in cages (I don't know where it came from) and I was Slamming the 3rd kid into walls. After I finish, I went to interrogate the 2 kids in cages. One of them said something like, "I've been sent here by my will because my parent died at (somewhere I forgot) and I'm all alone. I don't know what to do."
He went into a little more detail but I forgot what he said. I bursted out of tears and gave them money. My dad came home and the time and said "Why are you giving money away?" I just woke up then.

1.i am a speaker at an education. Conference at a fancy hotel organized by s. Webb. It mimics northmont schedule for a day and I speak 6th period.. Second period I was missing for some reason and Susan had to cover for me in bowmans class. I decided to blow off my conference slot bug had a change of heart. Fished around in this hotel trying to get dressed. My clothes had been misplaced. I found some but soaked them beyond wearing with an iron. Had others stashed, but a cool had moved them. I was swinging around like a monkey , climbing cabinets trying to get my clothes from high cabinets. While talking to the cook. I was on my way to the conference when I woke.

2. Godzilla is coming down from the mountain to destroy the city while I am in traffic. He goes away from me, and I follow in my car. At. A gas station a business man is plotting to use Godzilla to get power over the city. Dedric Wilson wants to use Godzilla to destroy rival barber shops. I tell him my fMjly are barbers.

3. Shooting arrows into a lake with Annabelle. Aiming at floating pumpkin. I tell her to watch the window of the little shack on the island in the middle of the island.

Date: 12/20/13
Method: MILD & WBTB (fail)

Dream 1
I had ‘taboo’ sex with my ex and I will not go into details on why I call it ‘taboo.’ You get the picture…

Dream 2
I was at a concert with my favorite singers and band…I even saw Whitney Houston (missed becoming lucid on this one). They kept stopping the concert because someone kept losing something.

Dream 3
I was cleaning up this man’s home and he wanted to have sex with me before my husband came home. After we finished, we had to hurry up and clean up everything we had broke while having sex.

Fragment
I had a gay lover.

Morning of December 20, 2013. Friday.



Regarding my old home in Cubitis, there is an additional western wall identical to the first, with the three tall jalousie windows, which is duplicated a few feet to the the west, with no floor (just the open grassy/ground area), and like a sort of additional outdoor hallway - just wide enough for one person of average size - between the two walls with no door to the south at least, leaving an open area where you can just walk into the space. It seems possible that, to the north, it bends around like an L-shape with another front entrance, but that is not fully clear.

There is one point where it also seems like a children’s railroad (as in a park) goes from north to south, as the tracks are there, and one train shows up without drama. It seems to have some mixed aspects of our last home in Australia as well, as there is a western fence, west from the duplicated wall. The “engineer” (older white-haired man) goes through the outer fictional “hallway” about halfway, as if he is lost, then walks back to continue working with the “park train”.

My wife Zsuzsanna and I are sleeping near the western windows, our heads to the north. Soon, there is a sense of weight coming down from above me. I am aware that a younger male has somehow come through the window and almost onto us as we wake from the intrusion. Of course this makes no sense, as you cannot go through jalousie windows like that, but whatever - anything can occur in a dream. It is possible they are suddenly large single pane windows in this particular instance, perhaps sliding windows. I get the impression he is in a marathon and has somehow either taken a wrong turn or is deliberately taking a short cut through our house to get to the finish line more quickly.

Fictionally, to the east, not that far from our dream home, is a college (males only), I think, or maybe a high school for only the two highest grades (eleventh and twelfth) or maybe a combination. Apparently there is a large focus on sports and especially Olympic racing and marathon training and practice. Somehow, I grab the person out of being annoyed at the intrusion (he may be inclined to steal something as well, I think), mostly seeming to retrieve a five-pointed star which I crush in my hand - not likely a badge (although it looks like one) but some sort of award regarding his running ability or placement status. Oddly, this seems to make the runner vanish completely and I then am somewhat concerned about having “killed” someone, even though I get a vague impression that a “broken” version of him runs to the south near the school before finally collapsing and dying and vanishing with no other witnesses present.

Later, there is a line of young males, mostly all in white shorts and tank tops with a few stripes and number details, from west to east, as if part of some sort of award ceremony. The male I had “killed” had been replaced by another person, whereas, a changeling had replaced the other person that had taken the other missing person’s place. It is rather confusing. One of the male runner-ups looks at the lead runner (who is not who he should be) with a bit of awe and confusion. The person’s name is called and even his race (relating to black or white) is wrong, yet no one is apparently supposed to notice the switches regarding the two people. Of course, even if the public, with their amazingly short memory, is unaware of who is who, I am fairly certain close friends and especially parents would know. It does not make much sense. It is as if someone is killed or missing (even temporarily I guess), and it does not mean anything; they are simply replaced by a shuffling around of other people (and the additional changeling). Logically, just the changeling of a similar appearance replacing the missing person should have been enough instead of this shuffle where there are then two potential problems to have to later explain.

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I'm sitting on the couch in the living room of my apartment. The living room is about 10' square. Behind me is the bedroom at about 10x14. There's no door between, and the opening takes up most of the wall so it feels like essentially one room. The floor has large rubber knobs on it that seem like a tripping hazard. That seems unusual to me, so I decide to do a reality check. I reach up and grab my nose, but I can still breath, so I decide I must be dreaming. I push a little with my mind and become lucid. Suddenly everything's in color. I'm turning around the room taking in the sudden vivid colors of reds and blues. I sit down on the floor and run my right hand over the carpet. I can see into the cabinet from this angle but I don't remember what's inside. There's white light coming in from the front window. As I make my way back to the bedroom, Gibbs from NCIS is there. My bedroom is crammed full of stuff. There's a strange foot-powered table saw. Where the bed should be there's a boat with a hammock built into the top.

Someone else comes in through a door that wasn't there before. He and Gibbs and I walk out through this door, and it seems like I'm stepping out of my reality. My apartment was like a sound stage. Commander Riker is asleep on a couch in this room. It's dark. There are no windows and I can't tell where the dim light is coming from. This room is about 12' square. To the left as I came in was another door, with Riker's couch on the same wall beyond it. The other man has a cell phone that can communicate with the waking world, including sending pictures. I decide I want to grab it and send myself a picture of this crazy dream, but he isn't there anymore. Now there's an angry trashcan with ephemeral lightning bolt arms that I have to fight with my mind.

I wake up and decide to try to return to the dream, so I lie very still and try to trace my way back into it. I don't remember the specifics of the rest of the dreams, but I remember bouncing from lucid to awake several times like a rock skipping on the surface of a lake. Inanimate objects kept being turned against me and I had to struggle with them. I think I was chasing the man with the cell phone or the organization he worked for. In the end, the closet doors opened and all of my clothes piled onto me at once until I couldn't move.

First Fragment:

I was on the forum - first just normally - later it was like a multi-skype with people having animated talking avatars. Waking Nomad had a project, which was very important to him - and he somehow travelled the pages - there were more and more pages - like he went for a walk to try and convince people to take part in it. But it wasn´t his real remote-viewing experiment but something other.
Unfortunately I only remember this as a bunch of mini-fragments/pictures.
But he changed from his avatar to the picture of him, I had seen on here.
Saying - he "walked" over the pages - that does not really describe it properly - these pages had weird properties - I am not clear enough in my memory to describe it better.


Second Fragment:

I was on holiday with my husband at a beach and playing shuttlecock - and I remember to want to convince him, to put a shirt on - because he had a pretty bad sunburn on his shoulders.
But he wouldn´t - saying he doesn´t feel anything.


First Dream:

I am at a darts-competition to play an important match, for which I had been practising for for ages - and was quite good.
When it was about to start - my darts were gone.
I went around to look, if somebody can lend me theirs - after having searched all over the place.
There was audience - like in the huge championships - and they were booing and getting impatient..
Finally I got three darts - but all different shape and weight.
For some reason this made me decide to not throw all at treble 20 for scoring - but one there, one treble 19 and one treble 18.
First throw - hit them all.
Other guy - 180.
Next I couldn´t throw them - all out of the scoring area..
Guy hits next 180 - I am throwing some crap - but so does he, and somehow I ended up winning the leg - and that was then suddenly all there was to the match.
Weirdest thing - I had to give these darts back and searched for the owners to do this - didn´t find any owners - and then didn´t find the place, where I would have gotten the trophy.
Woke up before I found any of this..

I have been meaning to write about this for awhile now. This is about a dream I had while ago, but one that still resonates within me
The dream itself started off rather ordinary. This one particular dream is short but one that fascinated me.

I was sitting back watching a family. A loving mother starting cooking eggs, bacon and whatever else. At the table sat two boys, one older and one younger. The older ones name was Kyle. It was a rather bright morning, the kids were getting ready for school, bags by their chairs as they sat down an ate.

It was Kyle that my dream was centered around. His aura and vibration was one that was soft but demanded my attention.

As I sat back and watched Kyle eat his breakfast. He had not spoken a word, only blankly ate his food. His thoughts clearly elsewhere. There was distance in his eyes, his body moved out of what seemed like a robotic habit.

I could feel within me a change of vibration. Something I could not describe what emotions where within it. It felt like the similar blankness I could see in his eyes. But there was so much more there than what one saw from his body.

The vibration quickens as it radiates from him, one could follow his train of thoughts though there seemed a blankness about them as well. It is hard to describe exactly how there was the blankness and fullness of his thoughts.

There was now a grey fog that overlapped the current scene in front of me. The mother and younger brother slowly moved in the distance. Kyle stood out stronger against the greyness that surrounded him.

As if within a snap of waking up from a dream he stood up within a panic. Not sure of where he was. His mother now on the other side of this wall and himself on the other. She screamed with all her might for him. As she shouted his name, he too shouted back for her.

Though he could see her, she could not see him. You could tell by the way she panicked and looked around the spot where her son once was. Kyle himself, though in a panic still had the subtle under vibration of before he got there. If that at all makes sense.

The dream ended there, I woke up still feeling these mixed emotions of the mother, though still what held me to Kyle was his vibration. I could feel it so deeply within my core. Again something I could never describe exactly what it felt like.

So now the dream itself has so many different possibilities of different meanings behind it. At this particular moment I could not even start on how many traces of thoughts ran through.

I rewrote large parts of this Dream Journal Entry, because the original one seemed a bit flakey. (Most likely because I wrote the original Now, I'm able to properly explain what happened.

Where things get Weird

I was in my front yard, and lucid when two dream characters show up. (They show up in this really cool black car nonetheless) I recognize them as Marcus and this other character that I recently identified and named Jack.
It was at this point that for some reason, I thought of the basic TOTM for this month. To ask a dream character for a present and see what you get. I never said anything out-loud about the TOTM, but I thought about it.
I think Jack is the one who gets out of the car and offers me a small grey gun that he says Marcus invented. (And this is where I think I may have just completed the TOTM.) He gives a short speech about how this is the "next step in personal defense" and asks me to try the weapon out. The weapon looks and feels like the sticky detonator from Halo 4. It has a smooth look to it.
I fire it at a tree, and a large cylindrical grenade sticks to the side of the tree. I pull a trigger, and a number of small fan shaped grenades release from the large one and stick all over the place. Okay, that's a cool feature, but I can't figure out how to make the grenades detonate. Don't know if this is my own lack of knowledge or a malfunction with the weapon.

I false awaken in my own house to find that I have woken up very late on a Saturday morning. Makes sense why I would lucid, so I go downstairs, and go on this site and begin writing a DJ entry for this dream. I then, in my false awakening, go back upstairs and "WILD" back into a non-lucid dream.

I go back into a dream where my lucidity seems very unstable, an anxiety dream about school where I'm stranded there and I need to ride home. Jack shows up again. And let the real weirdness begin.
Jack attempts to convince me that I'm not dreaming. He tells me that my "Guides" (Meaning that he is a guide too now I guess.) are here to help me in waking life. He says I won't be going home for awhile. Telling me that this is waking life, given my groggy lucidity left me confused.
We are walking out of the school. I was at a point where I thought this was RL, and I told him I needed to go get my backpack. He then proceeded to tell me that he was carrying my backpack over his own, took it off and gave it to me. He told me that was in fact a basic test to make sure I wouldn't lose it because of that. So I guess I passed.
We get to the street out front of the school, and we try to get into this other vehicle that's like this very strange tractor type thing. Another detail that I couldn't help but notice, but there was a street named after Jonathan, my dream "Nemesis".
All my regular dream characters, save for the evil one. (Manei, Marcus, and David) started to surround the tractor and get out. There were two more, a younger version of Lia who looked to be about 10, and a younger boy who was probably 6. We get out and we all start to get into this really nice black sport's car. (Is that like my dream character's only way to get around.) I'll really have to draw these cars that I keep seeing. But we have seven people trying to get into this car. I have to sit in the middle of the back. And I don't know where we intend to go.
I'm getting into the back of the car with all these dream characters, and I woke up into my bed.

At my Service

I cannot believe I forgot about this dream.

I was in my school's gymnasium. There were a bunch of people running around and playing with the various gym equipment like dodge-balls and badminton rackets.
Manei approaches me and tells me that I am dreaming.
"Oh... of course I am..."
I do a nose pinch reality check just to be sure. I realize that I am dreaming, but I just felt really lucid. I probably got more lucid in this dream than I did in any lucid dream I've had in a long time. I could really feel the dream world around me. I even thought to myself that my real body is back in bed and this is all a dream, so this was a solid layer 3 dream. (For those of you who are farmiliar with receejones87's layers of LDing)
"Thanks for telling me."
She bows
"I am at your service."
I think to myself for a second. Manei... my dream guide, at my service. Will she carry out any command I give her?
"Jump up and down."
She jumps up and down. Given my dreams take place at about 0.5G's, she is able to jump about her own body height.
"Stop."
She stops.
"What's 7 times 4?"
"28."
Now time to really see how this works. I pick out one of the dream characters playing in the gym. Knowing he is just an aspect of me, I issue this command.
"Go beat that kid up."
She calmly walks over to the dream character, and stops in front of him. She then jumps into the air and spins around kicking the dude in the face. He falls over either dead or unconscious and is bleeding from his nose.